Tempest’s lips felt soft like pillows.

Dron relished the feel of them.

All time seemed to go still as he tried his hardest to focus on what Tempest was doing to him. His lips stayed still and his hands stayed by his side.

For the briefest of moments he couldn’t understand what the big deal with kissing was. Nothing was happening to him.

Then she slowly slid her tongue out of her mouth and slid it against the seam of his lips. Dron opened his mouth slightly, just to breathe and Tempest took that as her signal to deepen the kiss. Her lips suckled and pressed against his. Soon he was mirroring her movements.

She tasted so damn good. He wanted more of her.

More and more Dron started to get used to the feeling, and then a wave of lust washed over him.

It was absolutely intoxicating. He kissed her back harder, pulling her lips into his mouth. One at a time. Sucking and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues battled each other for more real estate. When she slid her hands up his neck and gripped a hold of his hair Dron was lost.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up before dropping her right on his lap. He had to get closer. Had to feel more of her.

She moaned into his mouth and it felt like every one of his instincts came alive.

It worried him for a second. He was dangerously close to losing control. Dangerously close to letting his alpha take the lead.

There was no more thinking about what he was doing, it was all about the feel of her mouth against his.

Tempest sat astride his hips, one leg on either side of him and then her hips started doing the most incredible thing. She began to grind down against him. His manhood instantly engorged and pleasure rocketed through his body.

He growled loud in his chest, the rumbling passing through the both of them further adding to the pleasure.

It felt as if he’d just now seen the sun for the first time. Everything was different. He’d never felt pleasure like this before. He was still completely clothed but it felt as if his body were ready to explode at any moment. Even though he knew it wouldn’t happen he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He was more than enjoying himself. He was becoming addicted. He wanted to feel tempest’s lips against his as often as possible. Wanted to have her little body moving against his in this way forever.

She dropped her hand to his neck again and softly scratched along his skin. It sent a shiver up his spine.

Dron’s head spun, and his heart beat like a drum in his chest. He could only describe this feeling as euphoric. He wanted more of it.

Suddenly , Tempest pulled her face away from his and Dron was left utterly bereft. The sudden lost of contact was like the air being sucked from his lungs. He was desperate for her.

"No." He growled and grabbed the back of her head pulling her back for more of the contact.

"I’m not going anywhere." Tempest whimpered as she moved in closer again. She opened her mouth to let him in deeper and he tilted his head so he could do just that. Dron wanted to taste every inch of her. Wanted to commit the feel of her mouth to his memory.

She pulled away again but this time she pulled his head until his lips made contact with her neck. He understood what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to kiss her there. New feelings and tastes flooded his mouth.

His eyes rolled back in pure pleasure.

He couldn’t live life without feeling this.

How had his entire species not done this? Maybe he was just out of the know. Maybe this is what people who were mated often experienced this.

"Oh, god Dron. You feel so good." Tempest whispered in his ear. She was breathing hard, whining and whimpering. Grinding down harder on him. He needed to get closer. He wanted to be inside of her. But she hadn’t given him permission. How he prayed to the gods that she would and soon. If just kissing her felt this good, he couldn’t dare imagine what being inside of her would feel like.

"Are you needy for me? Is that delectable scent your arousal for me?" Dron questioned only lifting his head from her neck for a second.

"Yes. I need you. I need you so bad." Tempest whispered back and Dron was so happy he was near tears himself.

He’d never had anyone make him feel this way. Never had anyone touch the deepest parts of him and make him feel how good life could actually be.

Tempest shifted her legs. Dron could tell that she was losing the ability to keep up her motions. That was okay with him. He’d help her. In a blink of an eye he pressed Tempest hard against his body and shifted so he was on top of her and she was laying beneath him on the couch.

Dron groaned out loud when Tempest lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Could they have sex like this? Usually the mating ritual occured with the women on all fours with their backside to the man. Dron was supposed to enter repeatedly from behind over and over until the woman had gotten her fill. But Tempest gyrated her body as if this were a normal way to mate.

He didn’t want to push. Didn’t want to make her uncomfortable but he was desperate for more. He’d give up all he owned for her to give her permission.

A small voice in the very dark recesses of his mind reminded him that it would only end in pain.

Any time any other omega tested him he was not allowed to finish. Not allowed to spill his seed. Every experience he’d ever had with sex only left him feeling achy and frustrated.

He was willing to go through that pain just to get closer to Tempest.

"Can I take your clothing off?" Dron lifted slightly as to look down in Tempest eyes.

"We can’t... I’m not supposed to...oh god I want to..." She was at war with herself. She seemed to be just as needy as he was.

"Tempest, I beg you. I won’t do more than you want but I need to feel you. Feel all of you Just for a little bit." Dron was ready to drop to his knees and continue his begging.

"Fuck it, okay. But just the tip. We don’t have any protection." She nodded and frantically started to push Dron away so she could take her clothes off.

Dron didn’t understand what she meant by just the tip. Did she mean only the tip of his cock? How would that work?

He also took note of her word of protection. He didn’t know what she meant by that either. He was aware that he didn’t have any lubricant with them. He hadn’t been expecting this to happen. Dron wasn’t completely convinced that their bodies would be compatible but he was willing to try. He knew the lubricant would make things more pleasurable for the woman but if Tempest didn’t want to stop he wouldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried.

Dron wasted no time peeling off his clothes. The feel of Tempest’s bare skin against his made his inner alpha pulse with primal need. He grabbed hold of her and tried to flip her so she was on her stomach but she stopped him.

""No, let’s try this way first. It’ll bne easier for me to control how deep you are. Rememkber just the tip."

So she was being truthful when she said she didn’t want her to fully enter her. Droon simply grunted and waited for her to lead him. He wasn’t about to complain.

Tempest spread her legs wide. Her slit was wet and puffy. But much much smaller than he’d ever seen on any other omega. How did she bare children? How would she fit him inside of her. He had so many questions but there was no space in his brain to think them through. He was trusting her to know what to do in this situation.

She reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his primary cock. Her eyes went wide for a moment before she lifted up and looked down.

"Oh crap. Crap crap crap!" She muttered over and over again.

"What is it? What’s wrong?"

"I forgot you have two...and I didn’t expect you to be this large." Her dainty fingers hadn’t been able to wrap all the way around his shaft and he wasn’t even fully erect. If his knot ever engaged it was said that his cock could double in width. It had never happened to him before and probably never would. It only happened when mating with fated mates.

A quick flash of memory assaulted him of Tempest breaking him out of his alpha rage. Something only a fated mate should have been able to do . He wouldn’t focus on that. Not know. The fact that his knot didn’t activate was further proof that it was all just a fluke.

He focused on Tempest once again when she started to pull him forward.

She gasped when just the very crown of his primary cock parted her outer lips and a full groan slipped through her mouth when it pushed into her soft, extra tight opening.

Not even half of the very tip of his cock was inside of her before Dron’s very existence ceased to be reality.